Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ II

Fiona’s ears were ringing as if they had been slapped. With it came a startling panic attack she didn’t know could exist in her body.

However, seeing the bored expressions on the faces of the four males in front of her was enough to kill the panic rising within her. They wouldn’t buy into her shaking and falling on the ground now, even if it was real.

She inhaled deeply, fixing her stare on Ewan, who was also staring at her intently as if expecting something from her.

An angry outburst? Another roleplay? Fiona wasn’t sure, but she was certain that if she had known this was going to happen, she would have actually bothered to escape when the shootout had commenced earlier today.

She would have fought tooth and nail with the security detail to escape this hell she had fallen into.

What could she do now? What could she say when Ewan had beaten her at her own game?

She had thought him gullible, yet at the end of it all, she had been the gullible one. Even when the signs had shown themselves—his hostility in the boardroom—she had figured it was because he thought he was speaking to Constance.

Taking in another deep breath, she crawled, covering the distance between them, and held his legs. "Ewan, I am sorry. I don’t know what came over me. My father’s influence started it, and then... I don’t know."

Ewan barked out a snide laugh right before he flung his legs away from her grasp. Looking at her distastefully, he shook his head in disbelief. "You are done roleplaying already? Gosh, I was really stupid, always falling for your lies and games. Even when I caught you red-handed trying to sabotage Athena, I still stuck to you, believing that it was a harmless mistake, which even innocent people were bound to make once in a while. I must have been a fool in my past life."

Fiona shook her head vigorously. "That’s not true, Ewan. You are not a fool. You are a good person..."

"No, I’m not," Ewan interrupted calmly. "And you are about to see that."

Fiona shuddered before she could help it. "Ewan..."

"Fiona, if not that I don’t want blood on my hands, I would have shot you straight in the face when I saw you in the boardroom. To think I actually considered marrying a national slut!"

Ewan’s voice rose higher, and a single non-straight vein strutted from his hairline down to the base of his forehead. He would have also loved to blame Fiona for destroying his marriage, but he had a good hand in that, and so he let it pass by.

He bent to her height—she was now sitting on the floor like a docile dog—and took a good look at her for a few seconds.

"I regret the day I met you, Fiona Adams. I hope we don’t meet again. Because if we do, I might shoot you for real this time around."

Fiona started crying then, for real. Yet, who would believe it, and who would care? "I’m sorry, Ewan, but if we hadn’t met, you would have died!"

Ewan chuckled. "Died? Fiona, you’re not the one who saved me."

Fiona’s jaw slackened. What? How did he find out?

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